Originality = you

Everyone has secrets.
Everyone.
But somehow, mine make me feel like I’m separated from the crowd.
A cry from within me,
Represents a shy smile across my face.
Happiness is there,
But not at it’s full potential.
They say “it get’s better”.
When?
I want the bursts of pain in my heart and stomach to flee me,
To go away,
To disappear.
All this anxiety, fear, and stress on my shoulders bring me to the ground.
School, friends, parents… secrets.
All of them, bound up in one big knot,
That not even the most nimble hands can untie.
Days, weeks and even months pass by,
But the memories are still with me.
The ache, the resentment,
The guilt.
My choices have led me into a gaping hole,
Almost impossible to flee.
I dug myself into it,
And now I need to get out.